War

• Jack Cornell, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2010

The thud of bullets
Like rain on a tin roof
Meeting new mates
Serving your country for freedom

In their little green pitched tents
The alarm is going off
They are getting ready to serve
Their country in war

Barriers everywhere
Smoke going up in every place
Like a pole of heat
Grenade pins are everywhere
Dead bodies lying on the floor
Mates shedding a tear
When they see their mates on the floor
Wounded or dead

Their mates still fight on.

When they get back to base
They see their wounded mates
Crying out for help

All their loved ones
Are hoping to see their lover again
When the war is over the general says
Sorry - but he didn't make it.